Musical Gifts

I don’t have a particular gift for music — though I often surround myself with those who do.

This morning, as we blessed each other into service for the Mission Trip that our congregation will begin this afternoon with the Maine Seacoast Mission, I was given the gift of music. Instead of giving me flowers, which the church member conceded would die before we returned, the 17 participants thanked me in song. It was rooted in our shared experience for only a month or two ago, we watched The Spitfire Grill together. They sang the song that drifts through the movie, and admittedly one of my favorite hymns, There is a Balm in Gilead.